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Britney's Column
Wednesday 20th July This time of year is really quiet for birding so like most birders I tend to expand my interests into other areas. I’ve been spending most of my time studying DNA (No! not to try and work out who baby Pauletta’s father is - I know it’s one of half a dozen local birders) but to find out how closely related the Hawfinches in the Ryton area are to Chaffinches. More closer than you may think I reckon. However, most birders tend to study various sorts of flying insects during these quiet times, particularly moths it seems. It’s something that I know little about so I did speak to Doctor Gadwall who as well as giving me a thorough examination did tell be a bit about moths too. Its not that bad for nocturnal birds either as he tells me as well as getting regular Tawny Owls and Woodcocks, last week when attending a trap in Chester-le-Street he looked up to see a Long-eared Owl sitting in a nearby small tree watching what he was doing. The jammy old sod. I have since spoken to a few of the locals to see what their favourite moth is. The Chairman of the Sunniside 400 Club’s favourite is The Streak Chesias legatella– we all know why that is. The Birtley Bishop’s favourite is The Drinker Euthrix potatoria though he is also partial to an Old Lady Mormo maura. The generous Mr. McLay likes Pauper Pugs Eupithecia egenaria while the Pizza Delivery Boy (will the last warden please turn off the lights when he leaves) has had more Suspecteds Parastichtis suspecta than anyone else I know. The Grandmaster stayed awake long enough to tell me he is all Confused – I assume he means Apamea furva. The Whitburn boys all love Dark Daggers Acronicta tridens (usually in the back). Pueblo Hugelist also likes moths but not butterflies since someone told him to take the Peacock off his year list. I did try to contact the Dodgy Bird Club not only to see if they had a favourite but also to see where my 1955 (or whatever the next one) annual report is. They are now as scarce as a long-staying Houghton rarity. All I was told was they are Uncertain Hoplodrina alsines. So what about me. Funnily enough the Doctor passed on two emails from readers of my little column inquiring more about me, one wanting to see a picture. You probably know what I look like as you would have seen me at some rare bird or another. If not then a clue would be my favourite moth - Beautiful Gothic Leucochlaena oditis or is it Great Prominent Peridea anceps? Love
Britney x x x
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Feigning Injury Its quite well-known that some birds, particularly waders, feign injury if a predator gets too close to their nest or young. However an interesting note from one of the locals birders has just been sent to the Doctor. An evening visit to Far Pasture after a very hot, very hectic June day proved interesting. On the approach road a Common Whitethroat was singing close by from a bush in front of me, plenty of them about but I haven’t really had a close look at one yet this year. This particular individual proceeded to fly across my path from the bushes to the vegetation by the fence. At this point I stopped to view it with my bins and as I got a fix on it, the bird obviously got a fix on me, and promptly dropped on to the road. It then ruffled its feathers, dropped one wing as if injured and sort of limped away from me, looking back in my direction every couple of steps. It continued to very slowly edge away until I started to move towards it, and after I had taken a few steps it regained composure and flew off into the undergrowth. I imagine this was some sort of ploy to guide me away from its nest or young like I’ve heard of Woodcock doing, but have never seen this behaviour before and was totally unexpected from a Whitethroat. The old Doctor does not know how regularly they do that but can recall a Chiffchaff doing exactly the same to him in the Derwent valley many years ago. It is more common than generally thought as he has also seen both Yellow & Reed Buntings and several North American Warblers showing similar behaviour. |
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What a Pile of ...... I have only been away a little while but what a mess I've come back to. There's more $%&! around than in baby Pauletta's nappy. Shibdon has turned into a giant dog-toilet with the visitors easily spotted because they are always seen scraping something off their shoes. They no longer play 'Spot the Warden' that would be too easy - if ever one is seen again they would be easily seen as they would be covered in $%&!. Also the Dodgy Bird Club appears to be turning into a pile of you know what too! The promised annual reports have not appeared of course and the only thing on the grapevine is it's own rumoured demise. Those Wierd Whitburners are not helping. Now bored with fighting amongst themselves they fancy their own shot at a bird club. The Doctor showed me an email from one of them that said "Also news concerning birders in the Durham BC and many of the local birders in whitburn and durham are thinking of starting a brand new county up to date bird club which will be run with good and friendly birders. Local birders are sick of all the carry on which is going on at whitburn and the DBC at the moment and they want a fresh start". The Birtley Bishop will probably be one of its first recruits. He will no longer have to attempt to make any notes or anything so ridiculous to get something accepted. "So you are claiming a flock of 50 Bee-eaters .... No problem Sir, that'll do nicely". The Sunnside 400 Club were asked about the new Nerdy Bird Club but they have rejected it due to a lack of a photographs, notes and reliable witnesses. On a different note - The bearded wonder having recently relocated to the frozen uplands of North West England has recently taken on an additional "role" - Hen nights! Word has now got round & the birds are flocking to see him (no change there) and its believed that the hen nights are now fully booked with the performance on view said to be spectacular resulting in people travelling from far & wide despite requests not to travel to see the show. But its not all depressing - within days of me returning, Honey Buzzard and Gadwall have turned up. I reckon if there was a Gateshead Bird Club I would be its mascot. And I saw the Pacific Golden Plover and the three old "Last of the Summer Sunniside 400 Bishops" at Newbiggin on Sunday. So forget about all that mess and just get out and enjoy the natural history in Gateshead. Leave the bitching to
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Far Pasture Mute Swans
As many of you have noticed, the Mute Swans at Far Pasture, though hatching 8 young, lost 7 of them over the following few weeks. Then, recently, the adults also disappeared leaving the remaining cygnet on its own. They appeared to have been very protective parents, even chasing of a mother Otter and her cub away. So had they too been killed? There has been much speculation as to what happened since and many thoughts that the Otters had killed the chicks. Even if that did happen, what happened to the adults. One of our keen local watchers has told me the following - "Hello Doc, regarding the only remaining cygnet
on the Far Pasture pond, I was in the hide on Sunday - the day of the
big downpour - and perhaps 10 mins. before the rain started I saw the
two adults fly off together over both ponds from right to left as I
was looking out of the large window.
The cygnet swam frantically up to the connecting piece of land, waddled
over to the next pond then swam up to the far end calling constantly.
He/she then performed the same exercise in the opposite direction, before
settling down in front of the hide. Then the rain came! I can't remember
seeing such a sad sight as the lone chick, recently bereft, no other
bird in sight on the pond, being assaulted by deafening peals of thunder
and pelted with hailstones the size of peas. Up to the 25th, the adults have not come back though
the cygnet appears to be coping well. |
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Warden Chess Week 127 The Old Grandmaster suddenly awoke and looked around to find that most of the pieces on the board had left. He yawned and went back to sleep. |
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